November 27, 2006
I was waking up, my hand brushing over something soft and smooth. What could it be? I opened my eyes and saw a blanket, under it something snowy white. An angel! No, it was not a dream. I was lying in bed with an angel under a blanket. I closed my eyes, then slowly opened them again, only to realize that the vision had not flown. I stroked her hair, touching her face with my bony fingers. Sunlight was streaming through a window near my head. It was difficult to grasp - “How did I get here?”
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